lie to me: Seven

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Seven

Seven years, seven months, ten days and fourteen hours. They say it gets easier with time, that you might not forget the heartache but you learn to forgive the hurt. The scars and bruises fade, just a dull ache remains; in a while the pills and the drugs are no longer needed and you get by without... Sign in to see full entry.

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